Murder in the Yard

The noise had been niggling at Nora for a while, sifting into her dreams at the edge of consciousness.

She squirmed in bed. The sound took shape, a whirr of an engine. A saw. A chainsaw. It was coming from the back yard.

She jumped up and ran outside.

Her tree lay in pieces all over the ground. Her dad stood over it, the murder weapon on his hip.

‘Dad? Why?’

‘It were dead, luv.’

She rummaged through the severed limbs until she found it. ‘N&J’ scratched into the bark. The top of the heart was missing. Tears fell.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

Author: Jennifer Kennedy

Mother, teacher and writer. I love all my jobs but writing holds a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy reading my short stories as much as I enjoy writing them!

45 thoughts on “Murder in the Yard”

  1. Aw … Dad’s are truly rubbish at sentimental things. I remember my Dad came to help me pack up my house when I left my ex husband and his idea of packing was throwing everything away. ‘Fair dos Dad the marriage ended within 8 months but let’s not throw all my wedding stuff away just yet’ When I’m an old lady it will all matter even if the instinct then was to get rid!
    I love the Dad’s accent too – good northern one 😃
    I love the opening The Noise has been Niggling Nora …. Nice 👍

    1. Thanks Anna! Your poor dad was probably too hurt to allow you to keep the stuff 😊 My dad kept pretty much everything, including all the broken stuff – kettles, irons 🤣 x

  2. ‘Murder weapon’ ‘severed limbs’ ‘The top of the heart was missing’ – all excellent phrases to intensify the feeling of outrage at the felling of the tree. Very good writing!

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